The ice cold wind bites. The mud is deep and soft
as I walk uphill.
Did I hear that familiar sound? Looking around in the vast
grey cloudscape, I finally find the V formation up high,
and while I watch, they suddenly start to loosen the form,
circling for a while.
I pass by my favorite oak, ears hurting from the cold wind
while thinking of the forest of sequoias inside my soul,
huge ancient beings, soft-barked,
holding and protecting me in difficult times
while I curl up underneath them.
The image vanishes, I look up again
the formation has disappeared somewhere in the vast grey.
Minutes later, more calls from above
and I find, looking around, more and more formations,
flying with the strong wind towards their
northern homes. Why does this sound speak to me
Later, back in car
drive home, heating up.
Mud underneath hiking shoes
slowly heats up. The scent of soil.